Ugwu Cornelius Chidera Poet Lyric

A Fickle Lover

This is the greatest 
non-fiction.
Who on earth will 
believe her action?
My chick,who was 
like my security 
agent;
who strengthened 
me at lent.
Now became a 
jackal.
Desiring me a basal

Is this not the 
highest form of 
irony?
My friend,companion 
and crony,
at my back "bless" 
my name
by gossiping an 
extra negative fame
about me,her lover.
I thought she is a 
real flower.

Even Abraham will 
not believe;
this kind,type,form 
and category of 
deceive.
It sounds chinese 
film in nature.
Ananians is the 
feature.
Someone I hugged 
and kissed.
Now to me,she 
hissed.
Ah! I am the
living dead
the suffer head,the 
poor head.
Eureka wasnt as 
surprised as me.
Earnestness love 
should be.

Yesterday,my sweet 
sugarcane
that took away my 
pain.
Today,the number 
one antagonist,
who attack me,the 
protagonist.
Tomorrow is 
transparent 
darkness.
It either be 
happiness or still 
sadness.

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